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blackinnonism · 1 year

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Marlene and Sirius are caught by her parents. Her mother tells them that Marlene is engaged to be married to a death eater.

Another ask, I didn’t get to do right away! I’m sorry but here it is! I hope you like it. I’m kinda unsure of the ending but I think it was kinda sweet.

There was a thick layer of tension in the air around them. Emotions all muddled in her chest, if only her bloody git of a boyfriend didn’t insist on visiting while her parents were away and if only she was strong enough to resist him then they wouldn’t be in this situation. However, knowing Sirius Black, he’s probably already thinking on how to make jokes about this later on. Trust the marauder to always think that him being caught in some kind of compromising position is funny, whether it’s during a prank or doing something less than innocent with her. The thing is, she’s never really been one to break the rules, well at least not one to go with plans that aren’t fool proof, but Sirius had always inspired that rebellious streak in Marlene that had always been there to begin with. After making it official, much to them resisting it for years, her seventh year at Hogwarts had been eventful. Always finding herself in an adventure with Sirius, breaking curfews, pulling pranks, and sometimes just simply being reckless.

The couple looked at them, now that they’re fully clothed and sitting at the McKinnon’s couch at their large living room. Marlene went home to Scotland for winter break and Sirius sent an owl that he will come visit. It was all good and well, Marlene even told her parents about it, but before the date even came, there was some business her parents had to attend to. The blonde sent an owl to the Potters but Sirius still apparated on the original day that they agreed upon. She looked at his mischievous grin as he appeared, hands on her hips. “You can’t be here!” She told him. But the marauder just chuckled.

“I’ve been told that countless of times, blondie.”

“I’m serious! My parents will curse you to oblivion if they found out you’re here without them.”

“No, I am Sirius!” The raven-haired wizard had the nerve to joke about it.

But soon, he was able to charm his way so Marlene will let him stay, she had miss him afterall and it’s not like they haven’t been alone in the past. But they got too comfortable, too sure of themselves and soon they woke up with her mother calling out her name and waking both of them up in their naked stupor. She was running curses in her head as they both got dressed as her mother told them they will wait for them at living room as soon as they were decent. Both now in their best behaviours, Marlene sat a foot apart from the once Black heir. Her dad looked at them with disappointment in his eyes and she wanted to melt in a puddle. Sirius was sitting there looking perfectly fine, his demeanor not at all fazed. She actually envied him sometimes on how he can look so regal, so confident, and so beautiful at the same time.

“We didn’t want to say anything yet because we figured you both can have this year as it’s your last year in Hogwarts.” Her father started. “But clearly, you two are risking a lot already by being together.” The implication was apparent in the older man’s voice. How her parents think that their daughter is still the innocent wide-eyed girl they dropped off at Platform 9 ¾ all those years ago, she can never understand. Maybe that’s just how parents are, always avoiding the reality that their children do grow up and become their own person and do things that are not necessarily holy and innocent at all times. “Sirius…” Mr. McKinnon called her boyfriend’s voice sternly. “We actually met with your parents and since you were…” Marlene’s dad trailed on, unsure of how to say it.

“Burnt off of the family tree, sir. I don’t see how that has something to do with me and Marlene though.” Sirius finished for the older man. “Well, we have to marry Marlene off to someone who is actually going to give her a favorable name and future.” The blonde couldn’t even believe her ears. Their family is one of the oldest pureblood families in Scotland but they never really dealt much with all the British wizarding world’s mania about the sacred 28 and all that shite. “Father!” It was Marlene’s turn to speak up. “Sirius can give me a fantastic future. It might be a long time from now but he is capable and the Potters basically has adopted him by now.” The Gryffindor lass argued.

Her mother was the one to speak up this time. “Marlene, it’s not that we’re saying Sirius isn’t capable. Forgive your father. But we did try to actually match the two of you up. However, since the Black family did say they have nothing to do with him, they offered a distant relative. You are to marry Evan Rosier after your graduation next year.” Marlene didn’t know if this is some sick joke. Maybe this is just one of those bizarre nightmares that you woke up in and it felt too real. If she was embarrassed about being caught earlier, she’s now horrified that it turned into this conversation. How can sleeping with Sirius suddenly gave way to her parents admitting that they made a deal with the devil and has agreed to marry her off to the Black sisters’ cousin.

They all knew of him. He was a couple of year older, a Slytherin who had been all too snobbish and arrogant to anyone outside of his house. He was a prick and rumors has it that he is one of them…a death eater. She felt a hand covered hers. She looked at Sirius, his hand becoming a source of strength and focus as the words continue to ring in her ears. “I don’t think she will marry anyone she didn’t want to. You should know your daughter better, Mr. and Mrs. McKinnon. She doesn’t need any man, not even me, to have a great future, she can do that all by herself. If you wanted to marry her off, that’s your choice, but if she wanted to defy you then that’s her choice too. You raised her well and I’ll be damned if she will just take all of that bullshit about arranged marriage without a fight.” Her boyfriend addressed her parents confidently and still respectfully and Marlene had never been more proud nor in love with him. “Wanna get out of here?” Sirius turned to her. Marlene nodded. She doesn’t really know what this means, are they running away together? Because it feels like it. But she will go to the ends of the world with this wizard if he asks after he stood up for her the way he did.

#blackinnon #sirius black #marlene mckinnon #sirius x marlene #sirius black x marlene mckinnon #sirlene #mcblack #marlius

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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A Failed Betrothal (4)

Am I doing this right? I mostly do write this when I am between the state of sleep and awareness. Hope you enjoy this.

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PART 4

Marinette came to a dungeon cell with two other prisoners. One of them was awake and he looked vaguely familiar. The other had an ugly red helmet that didn’t help with the headache she had.

“Do you know where we are?” She asked the handsome stranger with beautiful green eyes, her throat a little dry.

Wait. Handsome?

No bad Marinette. Don’t fall for fellow prisoners, no matter how cute he looks. Oh Kwamis, she was already screwed.

He still hadn’t replied. Maybe he didn’t understand French. She tried to ask again in another language before her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of footsteps. She faked unconsciousness. Later, she heard the iron door open. She looked through the tiniest slits of her eyes she could muster while the two held a staring/glaring match. Oh shit, that’s the fame Talia Al Ghul, daughter of Ra’s, head of the League of Shadows, and the boy she was glaring at had some resemblance to her, so he must be her son, Dennis? Daniel? Damon?

"Damian, I hope you know what you should do."

Ohh..Damian. Where had she heard that name before?

"To be forcefully married to that little girl. She is no one special. Why am I getting married to her?"

Ouch, that hurts. Well, Damian, just because I forgot your name does not mean you can call me a little girl. I can also kill you very easily and painfully.

“Well, Jason, you are awake. You can be the best man for the wedding.”

“No. I don’t know what game you are playing but you better release us. B is gonna find us and you will pay. Let the girl go. She is innocent in all of this.” Red Helmet, Jason, is officially not going on her hit list for his atrocious fashion choices. But that red monstrosity still needs to go.

"Ladybug may not seem like it but she possesses great power that my father converted for centuries. Speaking of, she should be awake by now."

Marinette felt her hair being yanked. A little pain was expected but the really sharp claws digging into her scalp was not. Making her cry and tear up.

”I am so sorry, kit.” Plagg whispered in the kwami language, loosening his claws.

"Tch, See, she is more pathetic than I thought. She is not powerful." Damian growled out.

Geez, thanks for the compliment, it’s not like you ever had a tiny cat dig its claws into your scalp out of surprise. (Damian once had a kitten thrown at his head and if he knew about Plagg, he would have been sympathetic.) Marinette started begging for mercy, hoping they would buy the helpless girl out of the suit that is ill-suited for the job she had been chosen for and had no idea on how to escape.

“Like I thought, weak. She is not deserving of the title of my wife.”

Oh kwamis, what did she ever do to have such a picky groom? The more he insults her, the less she wants to be married to him.

"Appearance can be deceiving. Despite her demeanor, she is the current wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous and the Current Guardian. The old Guardian, the old fool had promised her in exchange for his protection."

Great, another reason to stop her mother from killing a senile old man.

"That doesn't mean I want to marry her. She is not worthy of an Al Ghul or a Wayne. Look at her, crying at the slightest feeling of pain."

So that’s where she heard it from. The boy was the son of the daughter of a guy who leads a secret order of assassins and a man that owns a multi-million business. How even did a billionaire meet an assassin, ends up in bed with her and lives? Something to think about for later. She quieted down her sobs, (beat that acting, Rossi) kept her voice low to hatch out a plan with Plagg in the kwami language while the mother-son duo bickered.

“Hey, Plagg before you go, you think I can do that thing, the one which your one of your past holders from Japan can do.”

“You have a lot of potential for destruction but you have not used the ring for a long time yet so I am not sure.”

“I will give it a go anyways. Nothing to lose after all. See you later, Plagg.” Marinette smiled, one that drove fear into the hearts of even the bravest of people. Plagg returned it, already loving the new Guardian before zipping out of the cell to do some scouting. Using the enhanced strength the French superheroine got from prolonged use of the Miraculous, she yanked the chains of the walls and wrapped them around Talia’s neck, cutting off her air supply.

The League of Assassins thought that they could kidnap her and get away with it. But they were no match for the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the deadly Blue Reaper. A high ranking member from the group of assassins and mercenaries called the Guild of Night, who had semi-retired. Kidnapping her was a bad move to make as it meant they had declared war on the Guild, despite the reason behind her abduction having a completely different intention.

She whispered as such to the older woman in her tight grip, making sure the League would know how much they had fucked up. After dropping the limp body, she took a deep breath and tried channeling some of her energy for what she was about to do.

Well, here goes nothing.

She breathed out on the shackles, turning it to rust.

Success!

She introduced herself as Lady and concentrated the energy from before into her hand, forming inky black orbs of destruction in order to free her fellow captives. She felt a little drained from doing magic out of the suit and tried not to show it. Plagg returned, informing her of where the Ra’s and the Pits were. She grinned at the thought of showing old Ra’s who the boss is and made sure he regretted ever messing with her. She explained about Plagg as vaguely as she can, no need to let anyone know about the miraculous than necessary. Sure her plan sounds insane but the boys don’t know who they were with.

She would worry about that curse after she got out of Nanda Parbat. Although she could probably find something in the grimoire to reverse it, she was still an amateur at magic so it was best to have a professional to take care of it. Marinette didn’t want to be with such an asshole, no matter how striking he looks in those regal robes.

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Picking off the League assassins, one by one was easy especially in her transformed state. She hadn’t appraised her suit properly but from what she had seen, it wasn’t like Chat Noir’s leather get-up. She was armoured in vital areas and her colour scheme was mainly black with green accents. There were vials that were probably poisons and pouches which she decided to look at later. She still had a long braid as a tail from her brief stint as Lady Noire and she wondered why her suit was different. While hiding in a niche she found, she called the bakery via the comm in one of her various pouches.

“Hello?”

“Papa, it’s me, Marinette. Do you know where Maman is?”

“She went out of Paris, talking about how this League must pay. I think she is meeting up with several of her old friends. Are you alright, my little blossom? I know you can take care of yourself but I worry.” The relief in Tom’s voice was palpable. However, she was right and the Guild was going to war against the League. Marinette was adored by nearly everyone in the Guild due to her strangely bubbly and cheery personality in the harsh and brutal lifestyle.

“I am fine, Papa. Did Maman use the Horse to leave? And how are my friends?” She knew they might be in a panic after her disappearance.

“I think she did. I didn’t see Kalki when I went to feed the kwamis. Your friends panicked when they found out you were kidnapped. But they are fine now, mostly worried about you. Took care of some akumas and senti monsters by themselves. I think your fencer friend, Kagami, knows more about the League than she lets on.” Of course, she does. Her mother was a member of the Guild before being blinded due to a mission. Kagami and her actually first met during a reunion party of sorts.

“Thank you, Papa. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

She hung up and dialed the personal phone number her mother uses that only Marinette and her father knows about. She waited for the call to connect, trying to think of ways to stop her mother from storming into the League’s base of operation.

“Maman, it’s me. I know you want to attack the League right this minute. But I have a better plan. Can you get Tikki’s earrings from Alix? We can use them and the ring to destroy the Lazarus Pits. Make them really angry.” She peeked out of the niche she was hiding in. She had been there for a while and needed to move to gain some grounds.

“Where are you? And are you okay?” Panic and worry filled her usually composed mother’s voice.

“I am somewhere in Nanda Parbat and I am fine. I was nearly married off to Talia’s son but I am not now. I think.” Marinette replied. Better to rip that band-aid off before she showed up with her would-have-been-husband. She jumped out of the niche and looked

“Kalki, Full Gallop. Okay, we will talk about the ‘nearly married’ part later. What was this plan to destroy the Lazarus Pits?” Sabine thought she was already used to Marinette’s brand of craziness that was her normal but apparently, not.

“I am currently on my way there. Plagg said we need Tikki to get rid of them. Since the League pissed me off and by extension you and the rest of the Guild, I thought our first move against them is to destroy the Pits and a trail of bodies. By the way, can you get some cheese for Plagg?” Marinette ran through the halls, knocking out some poor sod with a whack on the head.

Silence. She thought Sabine had hung up when-

“Voyage. Alix, where are you? We need Tikki for one of Marinette’s insane plans. And Marinette, stay safe, sweety, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Bye, Maman. See you there.”

Marinette turned another corner, the last one before the path that leads to the entrance where the Lazarus Pits were. She only managed to find it with Plagg’s voice in her head, whispering directions and Tikki’s luck. Unfortunately, the luck ran out because the entrance had a lot of guards who had spotted her.

Crap.

She hoped her mother would get here soon. Thankfully, being transformed gave her a boost and would help her to hold her ground for a while.

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Damian and Red Hood followed the trail of unconscious bodies and sounds of fights, trying to find Lady. Damian was impressed at the level of her skills to defeat many of the League’s assassins although he could probably do better. They relied on his memory to find the Lazarus Pits which was their best bet to finding her as she claimed to be able to destroy them. If Lady possessed such powers, they must find out whether she is a threat to the world or not. And also break the infernal curse they have.

Red Hood was silent mostly. He made a few jabs about how kick ass his ‘bride’ was and how the current Robin should not let her get away. Damian tried really hard not to just maim his adopted brother and also ignore that little fluttering in his chest that happened every time they saw an unconscious assassin left behind by Lady. The sounds of fighting got louder as they got nearer to the entrance. They turned the final corner to see Lady fighting against the guards who outnumbered her. But she seemed to be doing fine against them. Mostly.

One had slipped through her defenses and nearly stabbed her in the back if it weren’t for Damian grabbing one of Red Hood’s guns and shooting a rubber bullet to the neck. He jumped into the fight, grabbing the fallen assassin’s sword and taking out the knife he got from his mother. Jason joined in too, not going to let the two teens have all the fun.

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“Thanks for the save, Al Ghul but I don’t know why you bothered when me being dead would solve your curse problem.” Lady said as the guards laid around them and they tried to catch their breath.

“It’s Wayne. I go by Wayne these days. Being an Al Ghul is not something I learned to be proud of. And as much as I don’t want this curse, your death is not worth that price.” he replied, “Although, I have to wonder why you would choose to die rather than live.”

She chuckled, “Okay, Wayne, to answer your question. Petty teenage drama makes death much more preferable. On top of that, I have responsibilities that I was practically forced into for doing one little act of kindness.” Her tone was joking but there was a touch of bitterness in it. It made Damian want to find out what caused it. Red Hood looked at her in concern. Lady went down the stairs, ignoring their reactions to her words. They followed her, not wanting to lose sight of her again.

The Lazarus Pits emitted a green glow that lit up the cave and cast strange shadows on the walls. At the edge of the glowing toxic green waters was a woman in dark blue clothing and strangely enough wearing sunglasses. Strapped to her sides were two Dao, ancient Chinese swords. She wore a vindictive expression on her face as she stood staring at the green lake, likely to kill anyone who gets in her way. Damian didn’t recognize the woman as part of the League but taking no chances, he got into a fighting stance and Hood did the same. Lady calmly approached the woman. He reached out to grab her to stop her suicidal nature when she shocked him by speaking to the blue-clad assassin in French,

“Hey, Maman, sorry I am late. I had a little trouble with the guards upstairs. You have Tikki?”

Lady’s mother rushed to hug her, “灵儿 (líng er), I am just glad you are alright. I knew you could handle yourself.”

How the hell did Lady’s mother get to the Lazarus Pits faster than them and snuck past several vigilant guards? Before Damian could question further, a red blur appeared and went to Lady’s face, hugging her cheek. It appeared to be the same size as Plagg but was red, looked like a bug and had a black dot on its forehead.

“Oh, Marinette, you are alright. I was so worried when your mother showed up, saying you were kidnapped and needed my earrings to escape.” Unlike Plagg’s nasally voice, her voice was sweet and shrill.

So, my bride’s name is Marinette. Such a unique name for an intriguing girl.

Wait what?

Wayne, stop thinking such ridiculous notions. That is probably the curse working. Resist against it. He will not be ensnared in the traps of such magic. He hoped that the curse will be reversed before he turns and act like those fools in Grayson’s idiotic shows or Todd’s ‘secret’ romance novels.

“I am fine now. See,” reassured Lady, “We actually need you and Plagg to reverse the Lazarus Pits to what it was before someone made the wish that resulted in them in the first place. Oh, I almost forgot. Plagg, claws in.”

Green light flashed, leaving Lady in her wedding robes (which actually flatter her body. Shit. Think of something else. Drake with a smug superior smile that needs to be wiped off his face. Grayson and his plans for ‘family bonding’) and Plagg to reappear.

“Cheese.” whined the cat-like kwami(?) to which the older woman held out a brown bag that smelled and made Plagg perk up in delight. He proceeded to open the bag, taking out a slice of stinky cheese, muttering about the greatness of camembert.

Todd cleared his throat and asked in English, “Umm...Pixie as much as your reunion is touching. Who’s the new lady?”

“Oh Right, sorry. Well, Red Hood, this is my mother, the Blue Reaper of the Guild of Night. Maman, this is Red Hood and the one next to him is my husband-to-be and Talia’s Spawn, Damian Wayne.”

Lady introduced them, also in English. Damian stilled in fear, recognizing the name. The Blue Reaper nearly became his mother-in-law. She was famous for her efficiency and ruthlessness. And gained her nickname from the blue clothing she often wore as she killed her targets. His eyes also widened at how his grandfather had gone a little too far now by kidnapping the Reaper’s daughter. There were other organizations that could possibly take down the League if it weren’t for the somewhat truce between Ra’s and the other leaders. The Guild was one of them and having the Lazarus Pits to revive their soldiers made the League a little more powerful. But if what the mother-daughter duo were planning succeeded, then the League was going to have one of its most deadly wars in its history and would probably never recover from.

“Tikki, Plagg, you guys ready?” asked Lady.

“Yes, Guardian.” They both replied and emitted a blinding red and green light which Damian shielded his eyes from. When it died down, the Lazarus Pits no longer glowed a toxic green and looked… like normal hot spring water.

“Oh. I wished I could see Ra’s face when he finds out.” Lady laughed. Plagg and Todd joined in.

“Pixie, I am beginning to like you.”

“Voyage. That being said, it’s time to go home, Marinette. Your father must be worried sick about us by now. I hope you boys can find your own way back.” A portal opened up, showing a cozy living room. Damian grabbed Lady’s wrist as she moved towards it.

“Wait, let us come with you. We need to contact someone to get rid of the curse on both of us. And we can also call our father to send us tickets for a ride home wherever you live.”

“Curse? Marinette, you never mentioned a curse in your call.” Blue Reaper said, raising her eyebrow.

“I will explain later. They can come with us and I am pretty sure Ra’s knows that we have escaped by now.” Lady grabbed the two brothers and dragged them through the portal.

She then threw herself onto the couch after releasing her hold on them and the two pocket gods went to comfort her after her ordeal. The Blue Reaper stood where the other portal was and fed a floating tiny gray horse, that must be the same species as Tikki or Plagg, some sugarcubes.

“You boys must be tired but the showers are upstairs and we might have some clothes your size. Dinner will be ready in an hour. You can stay the night if you want. Welcome to Paris.”

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(Part 5)

#damian x marinette #mlb x dc #daminette #maribat #Betrothal AU: take 2 #A Failed Betrothal #assassin marinette #sort of #assassin sabine cheng #definitely #Jason is just here for a ride #marinette is a little petty

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fictionalabyss · 3 years

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The Welcome Hunt.

Pairings : Dean x Reader, Alpha!John, Sam, Ketch

Word count : 1,695

Written for : @spnabobingo

Square : Animal forms

Warning : Pack style, surprise animal form, joining a new pack, fight training/minor violence, mention of blood, talk of being hunted, scars.

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The brothers stood together, arms crossed over their chest as they watched over the early morning training. Their attention, more often than not though, on you. You were new to the pack, only having been brought in about a month and a half ago. For the most part, you kept to yourself. You were polite, you spoke when spoken to, but when questions were asked, you got quiet. No one knew a thing about you, about where you came from, just that you asked to join after you were granted shelter, and then 3 weeks ago, you showed up on the training field and blew them all away.

“She’s good.” Dean mused, much like he did every time he got to see you fight.

“It’s weird though, right?” Sam mumbled next to him. “I mean, she’s weird. She smells weird.” Sam scrunched his nose.

“Are you going to tell her she smells weird?” Sam looked to his oldest brother questioningly. “Because if you are, let me know, I’ll go grab the camera. I’d fucking love to get her kicking your ass on film.” Dean smiled.

“Fuck you.” Sam spat, but Dean just chuckled. “We don’t know shit about her.”

“Dad’s letting her in. She’s in. You really going to turn that down?” Dean motioned to where you stood, fists up, but it wasn’t your fist that struck. Dean’s eyebrows almost hit his hairline as you kicked, your heel catching one of their best trackers in the nose. The brothers could hear the bone breaking from where they stood and Dean winced. “Damn, that’s flexible.” Dean licked his lips with interest.

“What the bloody hell!” they heard Ketch scream, hand clutching at his nose as blood poured through his fingers. He’d be healed and fine in a few hours, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt. “This bitch broke my nose!”

“You're a tracker.” Dean called out as he started making his way closer, his eyes locked on you. “She fucks up your nose, you can’t track her by smell anymore. Smart.”

“I’m not tracking shit though! We’re training!”

“Then start training to block your damn nose.” Dean answered, eyes still on you. “Head for the doctor, he’s expecting you.”

A snarl was sent your way as he left you with Dean who was quietly watching you. “Are you my next opponent?”

Dean smirked. “I don’t think you can take me.”

“Try me.”

“Dean!” Sam called.

Dean looked back at Sam, the look Sam was giving him had Dean rolling his eyes before looking to you. “The run with the pack, it’s tomorrow night. If you want in, you run.” He saw the way your demeanor shifted, a flicker of your eyes, what looked like fear beyond them before it was wiped away. “You in?”

“I’ll be there.” you squared your shoulders.

“Can’t fucking wait to see your wolf.” Dean grinned. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

Dean’s smile only widened as you scoffed at him and turned away, headed off away from the training grounds and back towards the pack house. He frowned as he noticed the scars on the back of your shoulders that disappeared under the sweat soaked tank you’d been training in.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Sam asked, stepping up to him.

“Did you know she had scars on her back?”

“I know she’s got a few on her arms.” Sam mused. “I’ve never seen her back.”

“Me either. I’ve never been this close to her dressed like that, either. She’s always wearing layers when she’s close to people.”

“She’s got some on her legs, too.” Charlie came and stood next to Dean. “Caught her going for a midnight swim two nights ago. I was coming back from a run and surprised her. Your dad says she’s back there most nights when everyone else is sleeping.”

“For how long?” Dean asked curiously.

Charlie shrugged. “Since she got here, I guess. She had asked if she could use the pool, your father told her any time and she took advantage as soon as she had a swimsuit. At least that’s what he told me when I mentioned it.”

“Dads keeping an eye on her?” Sam asked, surprised. As far as he could tell, you had free reign of everything.

“Ketch is.” Charlie smiled. “It’s why he keeps pairing with her. I think she knows, pretty sure that’s why she broke our trackers nose. So she could finally get some peace.”

“She’s so badass.”

“I think Deans in love, Sammy.”

“Judging by the way you were watching her, so are you.” Sam teased.

“She’s mysterious and hot, Sam. I’d be a fool to not be interested.” Charlie started off, following the same path you had taken.

“Tomorrow night we get some answers.” Dean pointed out to his little brother. “One way or another. She’ll be one of us.”

“Still not thrilled about it.” Sam mumbled, turning back to the training grounds and noticed everyone had stopped when Ketch’s nose got broken and rather than continue sparring, everyone was taking a break. “Back to work!” he yelled out, and people jumped to obey.

“I can’t fucking wait.” Dean mumbled.

The ‘welcome to the pack’ ceremony had been quick. A blood oath was sworn, and then you had a few minutes to adjust to hearing everyone in your head as they all mind linked a welcome that thundered loud, giving you a mild headache. But now, half the pack was already shifted and getting ready to run. While you stood off to the side, chewing on your bottom lip as you considered what was about to happen.

“Hey, you coming?” You glanced up to see Dean making his way towards you as he pulled off his shirt.

“Yeah, I uh.. I-I like a little privacy. I’m going to go to the back yard, if that’s okay..”

Dean couldn’t help the way his eyes glanced to your shoulder, even though you were currently wearing layers and he couldn’t see anything. “Yeah, yeah that’s fine..” his eyes went back to meeting yours. You started away, but he reached out, hand gently falling to your shoulder for a moment, and you turned, glancing up at him over your shoulder. “We all have scars.”

“Yeah.” you answered in a whisper before turning and walking away.

Dean watched you until you went around a corner and out of sight, then he headed over to his brother who’d been watching, and pack members. Everyone but Dean and his brother were now in wolf form. “She’s coming.” Dean reassured. “A little shy about the scars.” Sam nodded, and both brothers finished shedding their clothes before shifting.

John, at the front of the pack, let out a loud howl. Everyone responded, and as the howls died down, John took off, his whole pack following behind.

They ran through the woods, leaping over roots, rocks and fallen trees. Legs pumping hard and fast as they made their way towards the cliff where they meet and howl once more with their new pack mate before breaking apart to hunt. It was tradition.

Dean kept glancing around as he ran, looking, hoping for a glimpse at the new wolf, excited to see what you looked like, but he was starting to get worried. They were almost at the cliff and he hadn’t seen or smelt you.

‘Smell that?’ Sam mind linked his brother.

It was faint at first, he knew that scent. It was getting stronger, coming on fast. A massive gust of air hit them from behind as something blocked out the glow of the moon, and when he looked up, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

A massive beast was flying past them, the wingspan something like he’d never seen before.

‘Dragon!’ came the panicked voices of pack members in his head, and he knew his brother and father were hearing them too. John howled again, doubling his efforts as he followed the dragon.

Dean was surprised when they found themselves on the cliff, a massive dragon waiting for them on the edge. It looked almost regal in how it sat, looking up at the moon above them. But once the pack stumbled out of the tree line, the dragon looked to the pack. Everyone stood frozen, watching, waiting to see what the dragon would do.

It lowered it’s head, neck craning towards him, and Dean found himself stepping forward, sniffing at it. The smell was so familiar. His nose touched on the dragons and Dean felt a jolt of electricity that made his eyes go wide.

Then he heard bones break as they shifted and the dragon changed before his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, standing there before him, naked. “I’m not a wolf, I should have told you. I’m sorry.” You looked to John’s massive wolf, scared. “If this changes things, I understand.”

Dean was quick to shift back to his human form, taking hold of your chin and making you look up at him. He felt that electric charge again, this time running through his fingers. “The scars?”

“Hunters.” you whispered. “I’m the last of my kind. It’s why I came to your pack. I needed safety. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I can leave, I-”

“You’re staying.” Dean was firm in his statement. “I’m not letting a hunter near my mate. Not when I finally found her.”

“Guess a dragon is our future Luna.” John mumbled, and when Dean turned, he saw his father standing tall, a half smile on his face. “I guess a hunt with us will be a little difficult..” John mused. “But I have a feeling Dean will figure out a way to make it work.”

“I scout, you kill?” you looked up at Dean.

Dean smiled. “Deal.”

Without another word, Dean shifted, and you followed suit, your dragon form towering above him. Dean let out a howl, and you threw your head back and responded with a mighty roar that shook the very ground they stood on.

John smiled before shifting himself and letting out a howl to signal the beginning of the hunt. As wolves began to scatter, you spread your wings and took flight.

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lady-charinette · 5 years

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A Thing called Christmas Spirit Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi Fic

Ranmaru sighed, standing in front of the receptionist desk, tapping his free claw against the desk while holding Nobunaga in the other.

He looked around, "Is it that much trouble to be serviced properly in this inn?" he growled under his breath, his entourage behind him stiffening as Ougon-douji giggled.

"Settle down Ranmaru, I'm sure Master Ogre God has his hands full preparing everything for the big feast." Ranmaru's ears moved, lowering slightly in submission to his mistress, but nevertheless his ire was bubbling beneath the surface.

Just where was Ginji?

Finally, the spider ayakashi came rushing from upstairs, nearly tripping over the last step as he jumped behind the receptionist desk with a bright smile plastered on his face, "E-Excuse my tardiness! Welcome to Tenjin'ya and our Chris-" Akatsuki leaned down to stare at the back of his hand, reading the word Aoi had mentioned just this morning, "-Christmas feast!" he grinned, taking paintbrush in hand ready to jot down their room numbers.

Ranmaru's tail wagged tensely behind him, "You obnoxious spider, tell me where-"

He froze when Ougon-doji cleared her throat beside him, a calm, deceptively sweet smile on her face. Ranmaru straightened and softened his tone, "…I would like to speak with Ginji if that is alright…please." He was thankful his scarlet hair partially hid the embarrassed expression on his face.

Akatsuki blinked, gaze moving toward the kitchen, "He should be back at Moonflower helping Aoi cook and prepare everything for this evening. If you're ready to help, they will certainly appreciate it." He glanced down at Orio-ya's mistress, "With your permission, of course, lady Ougon-douji." Akatsuki bowed respectfully.

She smiled, "Yes, of course, I'm certain my fellow employees will gladly lend their help." She turned her head and nodded.

Hatori grinned widely and smacked his hand on Ranmaru's shoulder harshly, "Of course! It would be our pleasure!"

Tokihiko nearly cried, "My precious Shizuna!" he clutched at the scented bouquet of flowers he had purchased on their way here.

Ranmaru swallowed, "Very well."

With that, Akatsuki showed them to their rooms, assisted by a few room attendants, and Ranmaru discreetly cleared his throat beside Akatsuki, who was carrying Ougon-douji's bags while the ayakashi went to search for the Master, "Say sp- ah, Akatsuki…will any family members of your staff join this…feast?"

Conversations of the past few days flew around Akatsuki's memories, "Uh, yes as far as I remember. A few siblings of Matsu, Take and Ume will join us tonight. Shizuna's mother will come too and Sasuke's family will take a day off their duties to eat with us."

A wave of disappointment crashed over the komainu unexpectedly, "I see." He gazed off to the side.

Akatsuki jumped, "That's right! Suzuran's coming too!" the spider ayakashi's whole demeanor brightened, a fond, brotherly smile stretched his lips, "The master met her in the apparent realm a few weeks ago and asked her if she would come. I almost forgot! Thankfully I made her a gift beforehand." He sighed in relief.

Unbeknownst to the front desk manager, Ranmaru's entire being froze, his legs the only functioning part of him.

"Oi, we're here." Ranmaru nearly walked straight into a wall, thankfully snapping back to his senses to turn around at a surprised-looking Akatsuki, "Where…were you going?"

Ranmaru cleared his throat, trying to ignore Nobunaga's knowing barking in his arms, the dog was simply too perceptive, "Nowhere." With that, Ranmaru disappeared into his room and shut the door closed.

Hatori grinned like a fool, dragging along Hideyoshi, "H-hey, is this alright? We didn't even announce ourselves!" the monkey ayakashi had no idea just how often Hatori did this.

The tengu only laughed, "Don't worry, the little miss is fine with this! I've been here plenty of times!" dragging along his friend, Hatori entered Moonflower, following the sweet smell of sweets and baked goods.

Hideyoshi asked himself just how many times was 'plenty'.

Both Orio-ya employees froze at the entrance when they spotted not only Ginji and Aoi, but the master himself, standing particularly close to Aoi, his hands trying to mold dough as the human showed him how to form it correctly.

"…Uh…" Aoi and Odanna looked up, a bright smile immediately taking over the human, "Hatori! Hideyoshi!" she dropped her own dough back on the white surface of the kitchen desk and walked out from behind the kitchen counter, embracing both stunned ayakashi.

Hideyoshi instinctively backed away, "H-Hey!"

Aoi didn't seem to mind, she just smiled, "What brings you two here so soon? The feast won't start until tonight." Ginji smiled from his position at drying the clean dishes, already knowing why the duo reacted the way they did.

Hatori swallowed, "W-we thought to help out!" he scratched the back of his neck, quickly rolling up the sleeves of his haori, "Akatsuki said you had your hands full in the kitchen and we had some spare time!"

"Actually, I was dragged-" Hatori promptly smacked the younger male on the back, forcing him in a respectful bow, "I-It would be our pleasure to help."

Aoi smiled, "Great! We actually have a few things we could use help over, right master?" she turned her head to look at the ayakashi in question, who nodded in return, smiling just as brightly as she did.

Hatori glanced at the smiling fox, who rose an eyebrow at the nervous look the tengu had about him, "I-if you don't mind, I'll help out Ginji with whatever he's doing!"

Aoi shook her head, "That's okay, Ginji was about to make noodles for tonight, there's a lot to be made so he can use all the help he can get." She turned to face Hideyoshi, "Hmmm…. I don't really know what you could do in the kitchen Hideyoshi…" Aoi frowned, rubbing her chin to think.

She turned her head when she felt the master's hand settle on her shoulder, "Why not have him help Sasuke in picking out the fruits in the garden?" the monkey ayakashi warily looked at the tall ogre god, not believing he was standing right in front of him.

Realization dawned in Aoi's eyes, "That's right! I'm sure Sasuke could use a helping hand too, since we have so many." She bent down slightly to be more at eye level with Hideyoshi, "Would you mind helping Sasuke out? He should be outside, if you follow the dirt path up you should turn right and walk a little further ahead to reach the gardens."

Wordlessly, Hideyoshi nodded, spotting an empty basket settled on one of the empty tables, "I'll…take this." He nodded at the duo, before walking outside.

Odanna chuckled, "He seemed a bit nervous."

Aoi smiled, "I'm sure everyone else is too, we have a lot of work to do before we're anywhere near done. Come on master!" Aoi tugged on his sleeve, dragging the smiling ogre god along back to their work station, watched by a bewildered-looking tengu and a smug kitsune at the back.

They were intercepted by Ougon-douji however, settled in one of the high chairs right in front of the wheat-covered surface the dough was on.

Odanna smiled, "I thought you'd join us later." He nodded in her direction, she smiled.

"I've been looking for you, it seems you are preoccupied however." Her knowing eyes slid over to Aoi.

Aoi quickly sprung into action, straightening out her back, "Not at all!" she pushed a surprised Odanna towards Orio-ya's mistress innkeeper, "Don't let me stop you master, I can handle things on my own. Thank you for your help." Aoi smiled warmly up at him.

Odanna frowned, this wasn't quite what he had been expecting…

He glanced back at Ougon-douji, who hid a smile beneath her fan.

His frown deepened, "Are you sure Aoi? I'm sure Ougon-douji can-"

Aoi quickly shook her head, "Nonsense master! You shouldn't keep your guests waiting! Besides, I have Ginji and Hatori to help me run the kitchen." She grinned confidently and Ginji waved, feeling pity for the poor master. Hatori had his arms crossed, shaking his head.

Odanna sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat, "Alright…if you say so. I'll come later to check on you." Aoi nodded, shooing him off and waving at Ougon-douji as the two master innkeepers exited Moonflower.

She tried to ignore the sudden loneliness enveloping her, despite Ginji and Hatori's presence in the kitchen.

Odanna sighed, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

The smaller woman smiled innocently, "Whatever could you mean, dear Ogre God."

Odanna smirked, "Well, I suppose I should've expected one of your little games, it's been too long since you've had the opportunity to prank me, after all." He watched his attendants set up various, colorful decorations they'd purchased from the apparent realm, a fond smile stretching his lips.

The small zashiki-warashi hid a secretive smile behind her sleeve, "I apologize for taking you away from your lovely bride," she looked up at her old friend, "However, there's been an urgent matter I wanted to discuss with you."

The oni's brow rose in question, "Urgent matter?"

He led them toward a more secluded area of the inn to talk in private as Ougon-douji turned to him and bowed, "You've offered a great amount of help during the festival in our time of need, for that Orio-ya is in your debt." Her stance straightened regally and her eyes met those of her old friend, "And I've repaid it."

Odanna blinked, "…Repaid it?"

The small ayakashi nodded, "I believe you've met the thunder beast Raiju before."

Odanna's expression twisted in discomfort, hands tightening within his large sleeves. His answer was a wordless nod.

A small smile stretched the blonde's mouth, "It has come to my ears that he mistreated your ogre bride while under Orio-ya's protection, such behavior cannot go unpunished, you understand." Something changed in her eyes, something that made Odanna chuckle.

"Don't tell me you threw him into the sea to be swallowed by the Umi-bouzu?" it wouldn't be beneath her to do so, after all, tales of her rarely evoked wrath were just as terrifying as his.

She shook her head slowly, "No, he has enough work in keeping the impurities of the ocean at bay."

Odanna grew slightly concerned, "Now you've got my attention, just what did you do?"

She smiled.

In a land far, far away…

Ice cold water drenched the once nobleman to the bone and he shivered violently, another streak of fire zipping past his bare feet as a booming, commanding voice roared over his whimpers, "I said we need electricity! Do you think my poor village can afford to be without warm food and heat during winter!?"

Raiju panted, using his powers to charge the long wires attached to him, having seen these once in the Apparent realm from an old friend of his. They sucked his energy and transported it into the houses of the small village he was confided in.

His eyes narrowed, "That woman! How dare she trap me in such a filthy place! Once I escape I shall-"

SPLASH!

Fire streamed out of the fire ayakashi's nose, his red eyes flashing in rage as he held another bucket full of ice cold water threateningly over the thunder beast, "I said work!"

"Y-Yes!" Raiju screamed.

Tenjin'ya

Odanna stared at his friend for a moment, sighing, "Well, whatever it is you've done, thank you." He bowed briefly, "I do hope you didn't pull your punches."

Ougon-douji giggled behind her sleeve, "Believe me, the harsher the winter, the more severe his punishment." The ogre god didn't even want to know what sort of wicked punishment the mischievous ayakashi had thought of, he was just secretly glad the thunder beast suffered one way or another.

He guided his friend back in the direction of the kitchen, "Thank you for your act of kindness, however, should he have returned at some point, I would've taken care of him."

She smiled at the bloodthirstiness in his eyes, which was gone as quick as it came, "I'm sure you would have, ogre god."

The master innkeeper of Tenjin'ya smiled.

Oryo sighed for the umpteenth time that day, "I see you haven't changed a bit, little fire rat." She smirked playfully down at the pink haired girl, who pouted at the older woman.

"And I see Aoi's warmth didn't touch your ice cold heart one bit, snow witch!" Oryo pretended to be offended, threateningly raising her hand where her ice powers started to manifest.

"I see someone needs to cool off!" she butted heads with her former rival-turned good friend, both women growling.

"I see someone needs to thaw!" fire danced along Nene's palm, close to Oryo's glowing blue hand when Ranmaru suddenly appeared from around the corner and spotted the bickering pair.

"Nene, what did I tell you about behaving yourself?" he frowned disapprovingly at the small fire rat ayakashi, who immediately canceled her magic and bowed in apology before her master.

"My apologies, master Ranmaru." She bowed her head deep, until Oryo suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, lighten up big guy, it's me who started it in the first place." Oryo winked at her bewildered friend, who could only blink up at her. Oryo rested a hand on her hip, mustering the Hachiyo up and down with a smile, "Say, how comes you asked Akatsuki if his sister will be here tonight?" the snow womans smile was sweet, at least it looked like it.

The komainu bristled, walking past the two females, "Cant a fellow guest be curious of the participation of more guests? Since we will share an evening feast together." With that, the red haired man descended the stairs and walked in the direction of the kitchen, pointedly not looking at Akatsuki writing down something at his desk.

Oryo crossed her arms and smirked while Nene only looked on in confusion, "I don't get it, why are you looking so smug?"

The white haired ayakashi giggled behind her sleeve, "Oh nothing, you will learn once you're older." The remark didn't go unheard by the fire rat and almost immediately another verbal fight broke out.

"You mean as old as you ice queen?!"

"What did you call me you little spitfire?!"

Akatsuki sighed, flipping over a page to look at the guest list, "This will be a long night…"

A few hours later, just before the start of the festivities…

Akatsuki politely greeted the incoming guests, among them the noble couple Nuinoin and his wife Ritsuko, who smiled and bowed, heading for the kitchen where the festivities would partly take place.

The next guest made Akatsuki genuinely beam in happiness as he walked around the counter, "Suzuran!" the red haired ayakashi hugged his twin sister, who hugged him back just as tightly, smiling.

"Big brother!" she laughed in delight, breaking away from the hug to look at his face, "I missed you so much! I'm so glad the master invited me!"

Akatsuki grinned, "Of course! Don't be silly, why wouldn't he invite you? Besides, this party would be boring without you." He smiled and grabbed her bags, heading upstairs while she followed, "So tell me, how is it back there in the apparent realm? How's Shiro?"

A soft look crossed her beautiful features and Akatsuki was reminded of a nostalgic moment in their childhood where she always smiled so tenderly, his little sister, "He's doing well, I clean the grave regularly and the tree is in full bloom! There are many different people there, I even work in a small café and play for the customers there." She smiled, gesturing to her new kimono, "After all, I couldn't just come looking all worn out, right?" she winked and Akatsuki laughed, "How are you Akatsuki? How is it going in Tenjin'ya?"

The spider ayakashi smiled, making a turn into the corridor, "Fine, we're busy but it's good for business so I can't really complain." His eyes widened when the events of the past few months came flooding back, "Oh right! There's so much I gotta tell you! A lot of things happened since the last time you were here, you know."

Suzuran giggled seeing the almost excited expression on her grouchy brother's face, "I can't wait to hear all about it! Where's Aoi anyway? I hope the master is treating her as well as I think he does."

Akatsuki heaved a nervous sigh, "Oh, I think he treats her far better than you think…" he cleared his throat, opening one of the empty rooms and setting her bags inside.

Suzuran rose an eyebrow curiously, following her brother out of the guest room and back down the stairs, "I can't wait to meet everyone again! I hadn't seen the master and Aoi and the rest in so long." Suzuran spotted many unfamiliar faces entering Tenjin'ya, "Oh, will there be other guests too?"

Akatsuki nodded, "There sure will, friends of the master mostly and a few people Aoi has helped since she's living here." A grimace twisted his face, "People from Orio-ya are here too."

Suzuran frowned in concern, "You have this look on your face…as if you want to fight." She sighed, "Guess some things will never change, will they big brother?" she smiled at the way his cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

The siblings were just nearing the kitchen, the bustling commotion behind the door alerting them already of the atmosphere inside, it sounded lively and jovial, festive, just like the holiday they celebrated.

Akatsuki opened the door for his sister and the first thing they spotted was the master balancing a food tray in one hand and supporting Aoi's back with the other, she herself carrying a rather large, deep bowl filled with what Suzuran guessed was some type of snack for the main course.

Aoi spotted her before the master did and she beamed, "Suzuran! You're back!" the master tightened his grip on the woman when she moved too quickly, chuckling.

"Careful Aoi, you almost fell." He eased her onto her feet, making sure she had stability before setting the tray down in the middle of the large, long table they'd brought in from the chief chef's kitchen.

Suzuran could see the other guests chatting amongst themselves, some stopping their chatting in order to greet her and she waved and bowed, before returning Aoi's joyful hug, "I'm glad to be back Aoi!" she hugged the human woman tightly, breaking apart to bow deeply before the ogre god, "Master, it's good to see you again."

The master smiled and bowed as well, "It's good to see you too Suzuran, you look well." His expression softened, eyeing the glint in her eyes, a testament to how content she finally was.

"You look well too master, I trust you've been treating Aoi well, huh?" her eyes drifted between them, paying more attention to how close they stood together and how relaxed Aoi seemed now in the master's presence. The genuine, warm smile playing at the master's lips gave her several clues.

Aoi's voice faltered slightly, "D-don't be silly Suzuran, of course the master's been treating me well," she sent an arched brow the ogre's way, "However, he seems to be treated too well lately, master where are the cooked vegetables?" she planted her hands on her hips, despite their obvious height difference, she stared him down.

The ogre god scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously, "Ah, it seems to be at the back." He grinned almost cheekily, "Well, I suppose even the husband can become idle in the presence of his radiant wife." Suzuran swore she saw the master wink, but Aoi's lack of a blush and almost natural transition in handling the kitchen made her think otherwise.

She leaned into her brother, "Brother, just what happened here?! Are they married already?!" her eyes shot back towards the two working in the kitchen, noticing how the master's gaze strayed to Aoi a few times.

Akatsuki heaved a deep sigh, "They might as well be…"

"Ah, miss Suzuran, I believe." The spider ayakashi turned at the sound of her name and stared up at the blue eyes of none other than the komainu she'd seen years ago.

"Oh, Lord Ranmaru, you're here too?" she smiled, not noticing her brother stiffening beside her.

The redhead bowed, "Yes, we were invited by the Master under Aoi's specific request." He smiled, trying to calm his slightly swishing tail, "And please you may call me Ranmaru."

Suzuran blushed, the action not going unnoticed by her overprotective brother, "Alright, that's enough, we still need to fix the kitchen!" Ranmaru's mood soured at the obnoxious spider ayakashi, while politely smiling down at Suzuran.

"Care to join me for some tea? It's delicious." Ranmaru motioned towards a stool he'd pulled out.

Akatsuki growled, "Hey! Don't ignore mpffuwah-!" Ranmaru's tail flicked at Akatsuki's face, his sister secretly amused at the action.

Suzuran smiled, giggling behind her sleeve as she followed the komainu towards the table, where the accountant and snow woman sat, appearing to be bickering.

"I told you I did not play with the tube kittens, snow witch!" Byakuya spat, eyes narrowing in warning at the amused woman sitting in front of him.

"And I told you my sources never lie, nyaa." Oryo laughed at the redness spreading over the accountant's face.

He muttered something under his breath, to which he harshly got kicked by said snow woman, who leaned over the table, angrily staring him down, "What was that, bookworm?!"

Byakuya was now standing as well and Ranmaru discreetly coughed into his fist, "…Why don't we go somewhere more quiet until the festivities begin?" he looked down softly at the spider ayakashi, who smiled back up at him.

"I'd love to." Ranmaru allowed a tiny smile to curl his lips, guiding the woman outside towards the beautiful willow tree that had grown rapidly over the course of a year, thanks to the fast growing beans the laboratory had developed.

Aoi watched the couple exit from the corner of her eye, the rhythmic motions of drying the dish in her hand never stopping until the master bumped shoulders with her lightly as he leaned over close to her, "It appears they get along well."

Aoi, either not noticing the closeness or not minding it, calmly whispered back close to the master's ear, "Mhm, I never would've thought they would. I mean…it's Ranmaru."

Odanna chuckled, "Quite true, though even a dog whose bark is fierce can hold a gentle heart." He looked down at Aoi, smiling sweetly.

Aoi smiled back, "I guess you're right, master."

Odanna looked at her for a little longer, clearing his throat, "Aoi, if you agree, I would like to ask you if you and I could-"

"Ho, what was that about my dear master? Don't tell me he abducted one of your employees?" right, they almost forgot about Hatori.

Aoi turned around, giggling, "I think she was a willing prisoner if that's what it was."

Hatori rose an eyebrow, "I see little missy here is getting bold. Whatever gave you the idea that Ranmaru of all people has a thing for Akatsuki's sister?" the tengu looked skeptical if anything, suspiciously looking out the open door, just so seeing the backs of his master and the young former geisha.

Aoi smiled, "You know, now that I think about it, they do look kind of cute together, right master?" Aoi looked at the ogre god, who heaved a long suffering sigh, "Huh? What's wrong?" she blinked.

Odanna immediately straightened, "Ah, nothing Aoi." He looked out the door, spotting the pair, "They do appear to be fond of one another, I wonder."

Aoi smiled, not noticing the defeated look the master had at being interrupted asking Aoi to dine with him, "Let's see what happens."

Hatori grinned, "See? Why not get involved missy? I bet it will be fun!"

Aoi and Odanna looked at each-other questioningly, before they both smiled.

#kakuriyo no yadomeshi #kakuriyo fic #fanfic #aoi x odanna #ranmaru x suzuran #crossposted on AO3 and FFnet #bed & breakfast for spirits

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soleminisanction · 5 years

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The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

Poised on the upper landing of the Manor’s grand staircase, Brianna Wayne bears a striking resemblance to Tim’s mother. They have the same sense of style (fine suits and commanding high heels, though Bria prefers boots to pumps), the same regal demeanor (squared shoulders, perfect posture, head raised high) and the same all-encompassing presence that makes his mouth go dry and his heart pound against tightening ribs.

They are of the same breed: resilient women in a man’s world, self-forged into weapons that only fools would dare challenge. The creeping knowledge that this woman is also Batwoman, Gotham’s dark knight, only increases the tension. He’s known for years, but now she knows that he knows. And he’s here to train with her. To maybe, if he proves himself, become Robin.

Tim has never been more excited in his entire life, nor more terrified.

He hides the latter with a grin, hands tense on the straps of his book-bag. “Hiya, Ms. Wayne.”

“Bria is fine.” As Bria descends, her cool, dark eyes give Tim a once-over, taking in his school uniform (rumpled), his hair (gelled, but wilted since this morning), and his school-bag (full of homework and the clothes he’ll need for this weekend visit). Her painted lips thin into a tight line. Her expression is unreadable.

Her gaze burns into Tim until he squirms, his chest growing tighter than ever. When they’d first met, Bria could hardly meet his eye; he’d been dressed as Robin, after all, a ringer for her dead partner and son. Now that she saw him for real, he couldn’t shake the idea that those shadowed navy eyes are peering into his very soul.

She reaches the floor alongside him and pauses only a moment to complete her observation. Then she turns, gesturing for him to follow. “Before anything else, you and I need to talk. Alfred, some tea would be lovely.”

“Of course, Miss Brianna.” The old butler primly tucks his driving gloves into a coat pocket and clasps Tim on the shoulder as he strides for the kitchen. It’s meant to be supportive, but the very idea that Tim needs support makes his stomach squirm.

He stars up at Bria, willing himself not to pout. “Am I in trouble?”

Her gaze softens. “No. But we need this.”

Tim nods and follows, his sneakers almost as silent as her heels on the thick carpet. She leads him to her first-floor study and motions that he should take a seat on one of the couches. Tim obliges, tucking his backpack under his feet and trying not to stare at the grandfather clock, now that he knows what it hides.

Alfred appears shortly thereafter, bearing a full tea set and several fresh-buttered scones. He places the tray on the coffee table between them, prepares each a cup to their preference, and bows out, latching the door behind him.

Bria muses over a few long, silent sips before, at last, she begins. “So. Tim.”

He straights his posture. “Yes?”

“You must know we’ve investigated you.”

He deflates.

She knows. Of course she knows.

“Naturally, we began with your school.” Her tone and expression are both carefully even, like she’s trying to soothe a frightened dog. “We needed their permission for you to spend weekends here. That meant getting access to your student records, including your parents’ names…”

Tim bites the inside of his cheek to keep from screaming.

“…which led to Alfred’s revelation that, so far as the public knows, Jack and Janet Drake have only one child. A girl.”

Tim hurriedly sets down his teacup before his shaking hands can do it for him.

“Tim—”

“I’m sorry!” he blurts, hands clutched over his thighs. “I swear, I didn’t mean…I-I’m not lying. Wasn’t lying, I swear. I just…”

He blinks against the tears that prick at the back of his eyes. He doesn’t have the words to explain why and how he’d approached her like this, why he’d dressed in boy’s clothes and given the name “Tim” when Dick and Alfred had asked. Maybe he’d thought he could disappear after Dick came home. Or maybe, maybe, when he’d thought this would be his only chance to meet his heroes, he’d been desperate for them to see him as himself. Or maybe…

“Tim.”

Brianna’s second call, more firm, cuts through his thoughts like a warm knife through butter. His heart trips over the realization that she’s still using his name. She has also set down her teacup. She pats the embroidered cushion beside her.

“Come over here. I want to show you something.”

Wiping his eyes on his sleeve, Tim abandons both his teacup and the untouched scone. Once he settles awkwardly alongside her, Brianna opens a coffee table drawer and pulls out a leather-bound family album, which she opens across both of their laps.

The photos contained within are clearly of her childhood. Some are even in black and white. They’re labeled in neat handwriting — Alfred’s, Tim would guess — but never with more than a date and few names. There’s school photos, galas, social events and private moments, all of the same three figures: a handsome man, a beautiful woman, and a lean, spritely dark-haired boy.

Tim frowns, his thoughts nagging, but it doesn’t register until Brianna stops on a family portrait. It looks very much like the one above the mantle in this very room, only the album’s version also features the young boy in a stiff, short-pants suit. The label beneath it reads only:

Masters Thomas and Martha Wayne, age 36 & 34 Master Bruce Wayne, age 7.

Tim stares at the page for a full thirty seconds before it finally clicks. He gasps as his head jerks up to stare at Brianna, goggle-eyed.

She smiles softly back, leaning in until their shoulders brush with something like affection. “I only figured myself out a decade after this was taken. I’d never heard of the word ‘transgender’ before then. It took me years to come out, but once I did…I’ve never looked back.” She lifts her hand, hesitates, then tucks a bit of hair behind Tim’s ear. “To possess that level of self-awareness at your age is admirable.”

Tim shake his head, trying to rattle his thoughts into some kind of order. “I…I’ve always known. I mean, I didn’t have the words, but I just…knew.”

Brianna nods in understanding. “When did you…”

She gestures to all of him. Boy’s haircut, boy’s uniform. Binder and cup.

“Just this year. I, ah, hacked the school records over the summer. Nobody noticed. New school, new level, new start and all.”

“And your parents?”

Without thinking, Tim’s shoulders slump. “They, ah. Haven’t been home to see my haircut yet. And without the gel they might not, you know.”

He bites his lip, silently begging that she won’t make him explain. Part of him wants his parents to know. He wants them to use the right name and stop sending him dolls or jewelry or dresses that feel like he’s wearing another person’s skin. But a larger part is afraid. What if they blow him off? What if his mother thinks he’s trying to cheat, to take “the easy way” to respect when she had to fight for it so hard? And Dad…Dad, who calls him “Janie” and dotes on “his princess,” who beams with pride when he sees the dresses he’s bought put to use…what would he even think?

To his unending relief, Brianna doesn’t pry, though she does gaze sadly upon her family photo. “My parents never had the chance to know. I’ve always regretted that. But it does make things easier.” She closes the album and sets it aside, turning to face Tim with a fiercely protective expression. “Tim, however this training pans out, I want you to know that you can always come to me if you need support. I have press contacts, access to research, top medical experts on speed dial, and a half-dozen lawyers on retainer who specialize in discrimination suits. And…I also have personal experience. For whatever that’s worth.”

She mutters that last bit, but to Tim, it means more than he could say. Brianna Wayne, Batwoman, C.E.O. of Wayne Enterprises and one of the world’s greatest heroes, is like him.

He beams and half-wishes he could hug her. But they’re still basically strangers, so he holds back and hopes the smile says more than he can.

Brianna clears her throat and doesn’t look at him as she sets the photo album aside and stands up. “Now, about your training.”

Tim sits at attention. Brianna pins him with a sharp, stern look.

“No binders in the Cave.” She raises one finger to cut off his objections. “No buts. You’ll have enough bruised ribs from training alone, you don’t need to risk any more. Trust me, we have alternatives. Are you on puberty blockers?”

“No.”

“Do you want to be?”

“I don’t think my doctor would…”

“Your new one will. So long as it’s your choice, she’s supportive. And even if she wasn’t, well.” Bria shrugs. “It would hardly be the first drug I’ve procured under the table. Get changed after you finish that scone; you’re going to need the extra calories.”

She strides for the grandfather clock. Tim scarfs the last of his tea and hurries out to the guest room, where Alfred has laid out a training uniform. The first deep breath after he pulls off the binder tastes of sweet anticipation.

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Four months later, Brianna presents him with a Robin costume all his own. He stands before a full-length mirror and admires the defined muscles of his armor, the way it broadens his shoulders and slims his hips. He puts on the mask and feels more like himself than ever before in his life.

And that night, the Boy Wonder flies again.

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Originally posted on AO3 a bit over a week ago, but there’s been a lot of exclusionist bs on my feed today, so it’s here now too. Happy pride everybody.

#batman #robin #tim drake #bruce wayne #genderbends #genderbending #batmom au #batmom #the adventures of batmom and robin the transboy wonder #trans positivity #trans pride #batfamily #pride 2019 #happy pride 🌈#tw transphobia mention #fuck terfs and fuck transphobes

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shadowdianne · 6 years

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SQ Prompt: After being tortured by Greg, Regina actually suffers from being tortured (instead of how the writers totally ignored it.) Emma notices and takes care of her while being on the ship to neverland.

Thanks for the prompt 😉 Strangely, I feel like Neverland’s arc is the one I get asked less. Ihope you like my answer!

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The moment the Jolly Roger leftStorybrooke’s deck Regina felt her legs almost giving away; the horribleheadache she had been suffering ever since the torture doubling its efforts onmaking her faint. The town’s magical atmosphere had helped her while runningand stopping the trigger; the sheer terror at first of losing what had become asafe place for her mixed with the sudden acceptance that she was about to diehad kept the pins and needles biting into her flesh at bay. The sudden changewith Neverland’s sea, however, was too much and as she felt another kind of magic-older, richer, darker- crawl into her body she needed to swallow the bile thatkept on mounting on the back of her throat.

Jittery, she hugged her midriffwhile keeping her most regal façade up. The dark waters at both sides of theship felt like closing on her the moment she tried to lose herself on them andHenry’s face made her wince knowing very well she was in no shape to fight orliberate her son. Hers. No one else’s.

The last thought made her back bendunder the idea of not being able to really free her little prince. Almostheaving now, she was momentarily distracted by the feeling of wood beneath herfinders from where her hands had reached to the tall-ish rails that hugged thedeck of the Jolly Roger as the firstdrops of rain began to fall; paintingdarker spots that were quickly replaced with the ones her vision kept onproducing as she tried to focus on something else than the growing feeling of absenceon the pit of her stomach.

“Regina?”

The question was almost drowned bythe rush of blood flow that seemed to keep on congregating on her ears, hertongue dry by the time she managed to turn and look at no other but Emma Swan.The blonde’s own face was slightly green, red rimming her eyes in a way thatmade Regina think of how her own seemed to itch every time she blinked. Thatalone made the former queen reassure herself. If that was how the other womanlooked perhaps everything would be better after…

“Regina!”

This time the voice was slightlyraised over the thickening rain, worry marring the features of the newlydiscovered savior in a way that made the brunette almost smile. If it weren’t,she realized with a start, that she didn’t quite seem able to do anything elsebut try her worst to keep standing.

She didn’t give Emma a thirdopportunity to call for her. Eyes almost closing, she felt her hands tremble asshe muttered in a cracklier voice than she would have thought possible a singleword. “Water.”

For every time she had consideredthe other woman dumb or slow, Emma’s arms were around her in a second, turningher face and telling something to someone Regina didn’t manage to know who itwas. Snow perhaps; that would be the only idiot capable of pretending she wastrying to do something.

A part of her considered on movingaway from Emma’s arms, the part that still wanted to hate her for everythingshe had lost ever after the curse had collapsed onto itself. Another one, theone that kept her with her eyelids about to drop, told her that Emma had noddedat her, trusted her when she had asked to die as just Regina and later on had channeledher own magic not even knowing what she was about to do.

Perhaps, her mind whispered to herwhile she felt her stomach dropping again, the salty scent around her pricklingher nose as she tried to breathe, she could just rest. For a moment. For asecond.

Not without Henry, she repliedinwardly, trying her hardest to mumble something outload as she heard Emma’svoice calling for her a third time; worry on her voice.

“I’m okay.” She finally managed tosay; her voice dropping an octave as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply whileforcing her stomach to settle while the ship trembled, dark clouds beginning toform above them all. “You can let me go.”

Emma’s chest stilled for a secondbefore trembling softly in a sigh Regina wanted to feel mad about it.

“Open your eyes and I will trust youon that madam mayor.”

It could have been the mixedfeelings the use of the title -that one, not the other one- brought with it; itcould have been many other things like the spark of something, of magic thatfelt truly Emma’s beginning to nudge her own, grounding her, what made her openher eyes, not knowing when she had closed them.

The sea’s rumble around them fadedslightly as she swallowed, her throat swollen and dry, seeing not only concernon the back of green eyes but something else that burnt hot. Anger perhaps,even if it wasn’t at her.

Just like her nightmare; the thoughtmade her smile slightly, devoid of her usual façade and demeanor as her brainslowly began to switch off. She could even smell blood but nothing felt likecoming out of her nose and just as she saw Emma’s right hand coming closer toher face -long fingers never touching but its warmth obvious on against the nowfreezing temperatures her magic didn’t even shield her from- she began to feelas if her conscience was about to slip.

“Don’t let your mother see me likethis.” She muttered before everything fading to black.

“What happened?” Was the questionshe would later be asked by Emma, the glow on her pupils telling Regina thatshe already knew the answer.

Which annoyed her, for a reason shetruly didn’t understand. She was in front of a woman that existed for the wholepurpose of destroying her and still, as she licked her lips and breathed slowlyin the tiny room Emma had seemed to find with the water sloshing closer now tothem in a dangerous growl that made Regina’s stomach answer accordingly, shecouldn’t bring herself to hate her. Not like she had found so easy to do it atfirst. Or pretend that she did.

“You know it already.” Her voice wasclipped, a last resort that she knew that wouldn’t work.

It didn’t.

“I want to know it from you.”

She could have been the Queen hermother would have wanted from her, the type of person that didn’t ask for help,that never once truly let others see her and she would later blame it on thefact half her magic was trying its hardest to keep her awake. But her motherwas dead and she, as much as she had half-wished it at one point, wasn’t.

“It hurt.”

And, in that moment, in that smallcabin, as Regina spoke, curtly, coldly at times, every bit the regal woman shewas despite her growing feelings that she was fooling no one, she realized thatshe didn’t see the other woman as an enemy. Not anymore.

(The fact that she would laterdiscover the blonde asleep next her by the moment a shy David told them theyhad arrived at Neverland was another tell. One that she tried her hardest notto think about it as she willed her magic to tickle the other woman awake whilepretending to not smile slightly when the younger woman protested.

They would save Henry, she toldherself before slowly making her way up to the upper level. And later…

Later.)

#swan queen #prompt #anon

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lokiofnone · 6 years

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Blood from Stone

Loki received a carrier raven two days after the All-Mother's clandestine visit. They hesitated even to read the paper containing the date and time of their next meeting, but in the end, curiosity won them over. Verity was right, anyway. There would be no harm in at least hearing her out. Maybe it was something good. Maybe she even wanted to apologize and make amends. One can only hope.

It was Midgard. A cafe in Poland, something of a neutral ground for the both of them. Not that it would matter much, if it really came down to it.

Freyja was already there, of course. She sat at a table outside, book in one hand, a pungent herbal tea in the other. She was dressed as a mortal, with a wide brimmed sun hat and a powder blue sundress, modest jewelry and sandals. Of course, no disguise can hide the regal demeanor of the goddess of love, beauty, war, and magic. She still looked for all the world like a queen surveying her subjects.

In sharp contrast came Loki, darkly clad and dripping in gold as always. He walked in two minutes late (completely on purpose, of course,) unceremoniously taking the seat across from her with folded arms and a disgruntled expression.

“Loki,” She said without looking up from her book, more an acknowledgement than a greeting. They grunted in response as a sweet looking waitress made her way to their table.

“This is the visitor you were expecting?” The girl asked in Polish, causing Freyja to finally close her book.

“Yes. My son. We haven't seen each other for quite some time,” She smiled knowingly, and Loki managed to force one back.

“Oh, that's great! Can I get anything for you while you visit, sir?”

“Yes,” They responded in a pleasant tone, “Do you have a cocktail menu?“

That caused her smile to waver for a moment. A cocktail at a cafe at eleven in the morning? Surely he was joking. “We don't serve alcohol here, sir.”

Loki could absolutely feel his mother's eyes drilling into their skull. “A pity. I’ll just have a green tea, then.”

Reluctantly, they were forced to turn back to the subject at hand when the girl scurried away. The two gods locked eyes for a moment, appraising each other. Freyja broke the silence first, which was so typical of her.

“Why are your trousers covered in holes?”

Loki rolled their eyes and leaned back in the chair.

“You look like a vagrant. And stop slouching. You may look like a young hooligan, but you're old enough to know how to sit up straight.”

“Oh, alright,” Loki half moved to leave, already tired of this. “Great visit, mum. See you again next century?”

“Stay,” Freyja commanded, and so they did, but more out of intrigue than obedience. After all, the All-Mother had ceased using the All-Speak, and instead had begun to talk with the old tongue. That was enough to warrant a fair bit of intrigue, indeed. “We must discuss matters of more importance than both our egos.”

“Then say it. What could possibly require this level of subterfuge? Was a royal decree just not good enough?”

“My husband sits the throne of Asgard again,” She began.

Loki interrupted swiftly with a grin, “And how unfortunate that is.”

“It is his right as All-Father. I only served in his absence,” As if that were truly the problem, “And while I did, I put quite a bit of focus on fostering greater connections between the realms. Long have they been under our care, but rarely our allies, and never equals. I was hoping to change that, to create a stronger Asgard that actually serves her people rather than trampling on them. Odin-”

Again Loki interrupted interrupted quite gleefully, “Is an ancient and stubborn fool who can’t see the value in others unless they're being quiet and doing his bidding? I’m well aware.”

“-Is not inclined to politics. You know, this is exactly what gets you into trouble with him. Thousands of years, and you've still never learned when to close your mouth.”

“And I never shall, mother dearest. But praytell, what do your diplomatic woes have to do with me? Nothing, as far as I can tell.”

“The alliance between the realms is destabilized by a shift in rulers, and at this time Malekith chooses to be an instigator. He would see Asgard burned and have me blamed for making much needed changes to our infrastructure. I have no way of knowing what he’s planning, but you could. It’s common knowledge that you’ve been a deadly enemy to Asgard in the past, and what’s more, the leaders of each realm know that you’ve been cast out and are living on Midgard. If you were to join Malekith’s dark council as our enemy, and report to me their goings on, I could use what power I have left to counter, or at the very least defend against his movements.”

Loki’s expression had shifted from mischievous to dour as she spoke, and now as her words finished, it was the face of someone who had just had all his anxieties come to bear before his very eyes. “So there it is. You think me a villain until the very end. Or worse, a political pawn, a clever spy that you can use however you wish.”

Freyja replied with a scowl, “Don’t be childish, we both know what you are. You’re lucky I can treat you even as that, after what you’ve done. What were you hoping for? An apology? A touching reunion between mother and son? Is the blood on your hands so cold that you’ve forgotten where it came from?”

Loki stood suddenly, causing the metal lawn chair to crash down on the paved seating area, and all conversation nearby to go quiet. “You have no IDEA what I am, you sanctimonious shrew! I cannot be manipulated by guilt as I once was, and you, my dear All-Mother, have no other cards to play. I am not your tool to be used as you please, and even if I were, you’re liable to cut your own fingers off using a tool that you refuse to so much as look at.”

Her expression was stern. “Loki -”

“Don’t you dare condescend to me. I am not the scared child I once was, and as I told you and Odin three years ago, the only side that I’m interested in taking is my own. You can keep your bloody war to yourself. I’m not playing!”

People all over the nearby street were stopping to watch the drama unfold now, even if they didn’t understand a word said, and thus were able to witness quite the spectacle as Loki finished their speech with a word of teleportation, disappearing in a snap of green light. Freyja, a bit flustered by the dramatics, took a moment to finish her tea before herself making a magical exit, without paying her bill.

#prose tag #i should have posted this last week but i only just finished it SO #alternate name for this: i will knife fight jason aaron in a dennys parking lot

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angelia-dark · 7 years

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Memoirs Of a Creepy Brother 2

Since these are just little one-shot clips, I wont link them, but I’m putting them all under the tag undertail memoirs, if you want to look up the collection.

Part 2: Don’t Take Candy From Strangers

The Recipe: US Papyrus, drugging, Honeymustard

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In many ways, finding the way into this universe that was affectionately dubbed as 'Swap' was a huge blessing. It had an air of quiet peace to it, the kind that made it so easy to let down your guard and let yourself BREATHE after years of suffocating under one's own self-preservation.

That was how Sans felt now.

He was reclining under a tree, enjoying the scent of pine and freshness without the sharp tang of blood and dust that would have permeated the air back in his own world. He enjoyed coming here from time to time when he needed space from that murderous world of his...and, yes, space from his younger sibling.

Odd he would make that escape only to end up here, enjoying the peace with...his younger sibling.

Well, this Papyrus—'Stretch', as he liked to be called—was truly a 'swap' of a personality concerning his own brother's demeanor. Where there were sharp angles and rigid posture on his brother, this Papyrus was all smoothness and relaxation. Everything from his eyelights to his smile were soft and almost lazy, being in no hurry to do anything.

Sometimes Sans—affectionately dubbed 'Red' by this juxtaposed Papyrus—would just sit and stare and ponder over the differences between the two. He would keep in mind of his brother, tall, regal, sharp in tone as well as appearance, as he looked on Stretch, who hardly even seemed to be related to his own Papyrus, let alone fundamentally be the same person. Where Papyrus had more bulk to his bones from training and the hellish conditions of their world, Stretch had a tad more height, in reference to his nickname. He would take almost gliding strides as opposed to a purposeful march, move with carelessness and ease, and just seemed to go with the flow of anything that happened in his world.

And Red would find himself yearning for the same, really.

It was why he came here...to taste a bit of that carefree spirit that was stifled in his own world. As his own brother greatly disliked the world of 'Swap'—“Nothing but careless fools and shiftless dreamers!”—Red felt comfort in knowing he could come here and actively enjoy himself.

Especially if he had Stretch's company.

It wasn't that he PREFERRED Stretch over his brother...far from it. But sometimes he just wanted to be near someone who resembled his brother without the constant aura of killing intent, even if it wasn't directed right at him. It was just a break, he rationalized to himself. A much-needed source of camaraderie and relaxation.

If only he didn't have a crush on the guy.

He almost didn't come today, he thought as he glanced over at his brother's double who was reclining back next to him; his hands flexed into the snow, trying not make it obvious. He was terrible at that, he always had been. He was never subtle about his attraction to his brother, something that Papyrus was always quick to point out and chastise. What they did in their home was one thing, but displaying a weakness of that sort in public was just ASKING for a dusting.

But here, in THIS universe, Red had seen Monsters making out on a park bench without a care in the world. It was a dream come true for someone as touch-starved as he was.

…......LESS of a dream that he had to keep restraining himself from indulging in that starvation with Stretch.

He caught himself almost whimpering whenever Stretch got touchy with him; it was casual observance of him and and his own double—'Blue', he'd gone with, mostly to counteract his own nickname of 'Red'—that the brothers here were not afraid in the least to show physical affection. Blue was a big fan of hugs and Stretch was more than receptive of them, although the taller Skeleton rather preferred an arm around the shoulder or something of that casual nature.

Red desired such contact, of course he did...but having it come from someone who shared a similar soul aura with his own beloved brother, whom he loved more than life itself in ways brothers shouldn't...

...it was a recipe for disaster.

So he tried his hardest to keep his hands—and wandering thoughts—to himself.

Stretch's arm slinging around his shoulders reminded him that he was, in fact, there and not informed of Red's apparent need for self-control. He felt himself tense up at the sudden intrusion of his personal space and instantly regretted it when Stretch glanced down at him.

“You alright down there, pal?” the tall Skeleton asked, taking note of Red's discomfort yet making no move to remove the source of it. “You seem a little...high-strung. More than usual.”

Red felt his cheekbones blush, squirming in place. “'m fine,” he muttered, wishing he could disappear into his own jacket. He could feel his touch-starvation whine and bay out for satisfaction, and was seriously considering giving in.

By some miracle, he felt the arm being removed from around his shoulders as Stretch sat up and looked him over. “...you hurt or somethin'?” Stretch asked, giving Red a critical look. Red quickly shook his head, his hands playing with the open hems of his jacket.

“Nah, I'm not hurt,” he replied. “Just...” Starved for affection and touch, associating you with my brother, in desperate need of a cuddle like you'd give Blue. “...stressed.” Okay, well that wasn't a lie, at least.

Stretch stared for a moment before nodding with a look of understanding. “Stressed, huh?” he murmured, rummaging around in his pockets. “I got just th' thing for stress, buddy.” He gave a triumphant grin when he pulled out a handful of material and holding it out between them, among them being a small stack of papers, a lighter, and a baggie of dried leaves.

Red stared at them, feeling a jolt of longing and dread merge in a pool at the base of his soul. He was no stranger to illicit substances back in his world; though the drug ring was dealt with much better in the Capitol, anyone could have anything they wanted in Snowdin, if they knew the right guy.

And Red knew them all, names and phone numbers memorized by heart.

That is, until Papyrus stepped in through the Guard and began cleansing Snowdin of its dependency on such substances, and Red was no exception. It took a couple years, even cold-turkey, for him to finally stop craving something at the first twinge of stress. It remained difficult considering anything could go down in Grillby's bar, so long as Papyrus wasn't around and disagreements were taken outside.

Still, Red had been off this stuff for two years now, yet it was staring him in the face and making him recall the sweet, sweet caress of inebriation. “Uhh...” he said oh-so intelligently. “...I...shit, I've been off that stuff for awhile now, Stretch...” He forced his eyelights down to his hands, feeling the craving for even just one hit drown out his starvation for touch.

“But you know what it is, at least,” Stretch said, opening the bag and preparing it as he spoke. He rolled it up tight and flicked open his lighter, lighting the end of it. “And trust me, this is hardly th' worst thing you can have here. It's mild as hell, an' wears off after a couple of hours.” He took a drag before letting the smoke sift through is teeth, grinning as he held it out to Red.

If Red's desire had a stomach, it would be growling right now. He stared at the piece almost hungrily, his hands flexing into his jacket. “....I....I can't...” he said, shifting where he sat. “...Pap...I mean, Boss, he'd...”

“'Boss' ain't here right now, is he?” Stretch said, his voice having a mocking tilt at the word 'Boss', as he normally did when addressing his darker counterpart. “He can run his Snowdin th' way he wants, but he's got shit to say about this one.” He held it out closer to Red. “An' let's face it, you NEED a little unwinding.”

Red flicked his eyelights from the joint to Stretch's face, feeling his self-control fray at the indisputable logic. It was true, he DID come here to relax and unwind and to just...not feel so BAD anymore.

Almost of its own accord, his hand reached up and took the piece, holding it for a long moment before bringing it to his teeth and taking a long drag.

Oh sweet, murderous gods, yes.

He kept the smoke inside for as long as he could muster before exhaling heavily, his body slumping. “.....ffffffuck yeah,” he murmured, dropping his skull back against the tree trunk as he deftly lifted his hand to give the joint back to Stretch, who accepted it and took a drag of his own.

“That's what I'm talkin' about,” the taller Skeleton purred, giving Red a wide, lazy grin. “You take it like a champ.” He curled his arm around Red again. “How ya feelin' now?”

Actually? Red was feeling pre-tty good right now. The tension left his bones and his head felt lighter than air, making him actually struggle to remember what he had ever been so stressed about in the first place. He relaxed against Stretch's arm, sighing heavily. “...wow...” he muttered, grinning. “What was even in that stuff?”

Stretch's arm tightened around him. “The good shit, my other-brother,” he replied. “Take another hit.” Instead of handing the piece back over, he took a long drag, then leaned down, tipping Red's skull to his, and pressed his teeth to Red's, exhaling the smoke into Red's mouth.

About fifteen different emotions ran through Red's mind, and only two of them were pleasant; still, he couldn't help but breathe in the drug vapor, feeling his bones tingle pleasantly as it was absorbed into his magic. He felt a shudder run up his spine before it was relaxed back down with the soporific effects, his mind clouding even more as he slumped against Stretch.

The taller Skeleton pressed in closer, and Red felt a soft tingle of magic against his teeth a brief moment before an orange ectoplasmic tongue ran over his sharpened edges, dipping into his mouth shallowly as though teasing him. Red shuddered hard, feeling his magic pool into his mouth on reflex and giving something for Stretch to prod and play with. His hands shakily took hold of Stretch's hoodie; to pull closer or push away, he didn't know. He wasn't able to make up his mind, his rational thoughts hiding behind the haze of the drug, and he could only hold onto Stretch tighter to ground himself to SOMETHING.

Red's head dropped back, unable to properly hold it up anymore. “Tha' wuzzn't normal shit...” he slurred, able to hone in on THAT fact quite easily. He felt the world tip backwards, and felt the ground beneath him tilt—when had he laid down anyway?—as Stretch loomed over him, the taller Skeleton's eyelights gleaming almost deviously.

“I told ya, Red,” he purred, sliding himself between Red's femurs, “it was th' good shit. You've been off it for too long...” He pressed little kisses to Red's skull as he pressed his pelvis down to Red's. “We can fix that for ya...”

Red flushed darkly, groaning softly despite himself. “W...wait....” he muttered, only to have his teeth captured in another kiss. He parted his jaws to allow a tongue to pass through, his thoughts becoming distracted from the familiarity of it.

...Boss...

He could only think about his Boss, his brother, his lover...the heavy weight domineering over him as he submitted entirely under the younger's will. Sharp hands that undressed him, clawed phalanges that scraped over his bones, teeth that drew marrow...all things that Red craved and took as much sick delight in as the Skeleton that inflicted it on him.

Red's vision was one big blur, only able to FEEL as his shorts were removed, his sweater tugged up over his ribs, a large hand palming at his quickly-congealing magic in his pelvis. He moaned, squirming in the snow and parting his femurs wider in invitation.

Boss is in a good mood, he thought, his soul fluttering with a surge of thrill. He loved it when his Boss was happy...relations between them was more drawn out, more focused on touch rather than just fucking. His breath hitched, hips bucking up when he felt two long fingers push into the mound he had formed in his pelvis.

***

Stretch licked his teeth, his eyelight almost burning as he watched Red writhing under him, the smaller Skeleton's red eyelights wide and bright, flickering with lust and haze from the drug.

Fuck, that's hot, he thought, working his fingers faster into that tight mass of magic that Red had formed. He didn't know that his special stash would have this much of an effect on the other Skeleton; maybe Red HAD been off the stuff for too long...

“Guhhh......ffffuck....Boss....!”

Red's voice had Stretch stilling his fingers. 'Boss'. That goddamn edgelord version of himself that needed a good kick in the coccyx and a fist in the teeth. The way that asshole looked at his brother sometimes like a piece of gum to chew and spit back out...despicable.

But obviously he was good enough of a lover for Red to be thinking about him at a time like this.

Yeah, he could work with this.

Stretch nuzzled Red's skull, letting out a guttural growl that he immediately felt a reaction to. Red clenched tightly around his fingers, bones taking on a hot red flush. Beautiful. He used his other hand to undo his cargos and stroke at his tendril-like appendage, watching Red squirm and moan and getting more excited by the minute.

“B...Boss....please....!” Red whimpered, his hands reaching out to clutch into Stretch's hoodie. “Please please please fuck me please...!”

Well, he couldn't leave him waiting.

Red blinked open his eye sockets, sensing himself in familiar territory. He sat up, rubbing his skull and seeing that he was in his own house in his own universe, on his own couch. His head felt like helium in a lead ball, doing nothing for the migraine he had obviously developed during his time asleep.

He absently wondered how he got here. The last thing he remembered...or he THOUGHT he remembered...was Boss fucking him silly before—

“FINALLY, you're awake.”

Red looked up, seeing his brother glowering at him with a mug of steaming drink in his hand. Boss stalked over, putting the mug down with more force than necessary on the coffee table. “You got so lazy at that you slept through your return time! I had to fetch you from that drug-addled asshole's dimension!” He crossed his arms. “Drink the damn coffee, Sans, we have work later.” He turned on heel and stalked back in the kitchen.

Red picked up the mug, sipping it. Piping hot, with lots of milk that Boss always insisted on for 'stronger bones'. He smiled, his face flushing as he thought of earlier, of the little little gestures being displayed now, evidence that Boss was still in his good mood.

Well, it wouldn’t do well to ruin it, would it?

“...heh...whatever you say, Boss...”

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Rori Faith

Baby! The most kindhearted young woman you’d ever meet! Even despite all the shit she’s been through, and all the meanness she’s witnessed first hand, Rori remains to be the kindest lady ever. Dressed in Saburan attire, with the symbols of the hostile desert tribe patterning her clothing, she was immediately looked down on in the world outside the desert just as much as she had been in the desert. She never belonged anywhere, because to the Saburans, she was an outsider, being born in their prison cells of an impure woman, but since she was born on holy ground, they couldn’t get rid of her.

The Saburan’s hostility to outsiders was known so well throughout all of Emtiris that the moment she was banished, she wasn’t welcome there either, and instead of becoming jaded, Rori tried to help and show that she meant them no harm!

She’s the sweetest lady honestly- she loves cooking, will spend all of her time doing it if she could, and it definitely shows. Gordon Ramsay would adore her. She gives her food to the homeless and in need, and honestly, she gets taken advantage of quite a bit because of her kindness. Some times she knows, some times she doesn’t realize, but she doesn’t really mind either way- it’s not going to change it. She is selflessly sweet to the point she would sacrifice herself for just about anyone, and has dedicated her own life to the preservation of the world and it’s inhabitants, both in morality and literally, as she took a vow to the Aranthian Goddess of Life to do so. As if she didn’t already have a green thumb, everything she grows is absolutely delicious or incredibly beautiful. Life itself clearly appreciates all the genuine hard work Rori is willing to do at all times.

Keiji Yura

An adorable baker and red squirrel hybrid. I don’t know how she doesn’t get all sorts of fluff in the things she bakes with a tail like that, but whatever she’s doing, she’s doing it right, because she runs one of the best bakeries in southern Sorestras. On top of that, she’s a full-time thief under Elliot, and her shop, with all of it’s hidden little nooks and crannies, serves as a safe place and hiding spot for any thief that may have fallen into a trap and been spotted by the guards.

She’s a very energetic little thing, but don’t be fooled by that- she’s got both a vile temper and a terrible mouth. You may not notice it at first in her excited delivery but just about everything she says is some sort of backhanded compliment, or downright rude. She’s ungodly sarcastic, and if you call her short, she snubs you. You no longer exist to her and her pastel pink platform heels that she’s constantly in.

Ariselli Ves-Loudain

Quiet and serious, with a resting bitch face that doesn’t match her helpful behavior. Ariselli has nearly unending patience, but she doesn’t look like she does- one glance at her and you’d assume that she’s about to stab you- which you might be right, but only because she’s a medical professional and you need a shot. She’s a conservative little thing with a clinic in a small town in Sorestras, but when her clinic closes for the day, she doubles as a thief under Elliot, in his crew of robinhoods. With poverty rampant in some parts of Sorestras, she often focuses on stealing food and dimes from the rich to give back to the poor, and also tends to help the sick free of charge.

Veselin Vetarra

Another that’s quiet and serious, at least in appearance. One look at him and you’d guess he’s some sort of brute! And really, with his hot temper, he probably should be. He’s a muscular Amaloran half-elf that wields a unique trap-weapon, but isn’t what he seems. His shyness stems from selective mutism, and the moment you talk to him, he melts into a look of confusion and nervousness, stuttering out short responses just to get the conversation over with. And despite his muscle and his nerve-driven temper, Veselin practices in healing based magic, which he lends fully to the underground organization run by Anhalia Saitoman, known as Evoltsiya.

Though he wanted to stay and help in the revolution brewing in Amalar, Anhalia elected to keep his sister, Eva Vetarra back, and send him to aid Evoles, to form an alliance with the soon-to-be High Queen, Lillia Caibre.

Aspen Varro

Monotone witch that loves purple and taking the gods for granted. A bully herself, but the moment you say something rude, she’ll piss you off endlessly with her near inability to get angry and the fact that she will literally say ‘ew’ until you storm off (Looking at Kralie). Memes, conspiracies, black cats, and magic, she somehow finds herself working with Ezriel and Gwen to stop the possible end of humanity and I assure you, she is not the kind of hero anyone wants.

Nataly Veltra

The young Queen of Emtiris. The older sister of two heirs to the throne, and after her mother passed, she took on the position herself at only 19. She’d been ruling for only two years when disaster struck the western half of her country- a circle of dormant volcanoes that hadn’t ever had an eruption in recorded history suddenly released all of their building fury, taking down a massive part of Emtiris as well as affecting the waters off that coast to a point that trades had to be cut off from all countries on that side. This left Nataly hurriedly trying to get help from the east- Amalar and Evoles came to her aid, but it managed to put her country in debt to both…

She’s a quick thinking young woman with a lot on her shoulders, though the stress never really shows through. Instead, she puts on a polite, happy demeanor, with clear grace and regality in every step. She tends to take things at face value, unfortunately, and occasionally gets a little messed up by it. She’s the kind of person that googles something, reads the first line of the wiki, and thinks she knows the whole thing.

Kaori [–]

Necromancer and Sekan. Vaisa’s raiser, and a woman that’s very sick of oppression. One of the chosen Queen’s of Valya Caibre, and likely would have been the next to take the throne if Lillia hadn’t forged the papers, because Kaori is cruel, cold, and ready to slaughter any human that gets in her way of a good meal. Having suffered through near starvation for decades, she’s done putting herself below others to avoid feeling like a monster, and her armies of powerful magic enhanced undead will help her get her way.

Y’know, originally, she had a husband named Kamina, but the more I write her, the gayer she feels. Kamina was always a toy she raised and used for her own entertainment anyway.

Gwendalyn Caira

I honestly don’t know a whole lot about Gwen and Ezriel. I’m excited to get to know them both more as I start on Aspen and Dire’s story, because I feel like to be grouped up with Aspen, they’ll have to be entertaining people. When I think about Gwen, she seems like the motherly type. To me, she seems like she’ll treat Aspen and Ezriel the way Buddy does Baby in the beginning of Baby Driver, particularly when they discuss his killer track the first time, then listen to it together.

Tya Maraise

Should I really start on this because I will ramble for days on how much I love Tya. Like I treat her like shit, and I insult her allllll the time, because god damn does she suck, and she FRUSTRATES ME TO NO END with the way she manages to ALWAYS fuck a story up when I’m in the middle of writing it, but god, she’s my favorite character.

She’s seriously so fucking stubborn that I’ve had to revamp her story four times because every time I’d settle on a catalyst for her to actually cooperate with the story, and as I was writing it, I’d write through her thought process and she’d come to the conclusion that she either didn’t care that much about what I set for her, or that something else would effect it, like she didn’t care about the possibility of her dad being targeted by Valya’s crew because she knew her mother would rip apart any asshole that came at him, and she knew that it didn’t matter if she helped Lillia, or told Lillia off as I wanted her to, because if she stayed back and refused to help, Lillia was going to die anyway. Right now I’m still working on a path for her, but she screwed that up too by acting like Kralie does when Toby’s mentioned, meaning OVERREACTING WAY TOO GOD DAMN MUCH when Vaisa requested a presence with Lillia. Now she’s justbeing a depressed baby in a prison cell.

But I digress Tya is a stubborn asshole, and as bad as I feel picking favorites among my characters, she is my favorite- her and Lucien. So here are some secrets about her that I adore but she’ll never ever tell other people: She loves jumping on the bed. It’s the first thing she did when she moved into the castle in Evoles, and if anyone ever caught her doing it, she’d probably hire a hitman.

She daydreams about adventures she could possibly go on, but more often than not she spends allllll of her time dreaming about possible answers to the world’s mysteries, and that’s thanks to Vaisa because the first night she talked with him on a friendly basis, they spent hours coming up with ludicrous answers, and she absolutely loves it.

The reason she loves people that are the exact opposite of her, meaning highly active idiots with a great sense of humor, is because she really wants to be like that but doesn’t really know how. A lot of the time as it is, she says that conversation is an annoyance to her, and that’s because it’s really really foreign and thinking over what to say, and how to say it and whether or not she’s going to offend someone and run them off and something like that is a huuuugeee nuisance that just stresses her out, so she elects to not talk to people so she doesn’t have to deal with it.

She doesn’t actually like being alone all the time- that’s why one of the most intimate things you can do for her is sit with her, and that sound stupid, but to her it’s an understanding that despite the fact that she says she hates being around people, you know that she doesn’t, so long as she knows she’s not going to run you off easily. So if you sit and you don’t force her to endure the stress of a conversation, but let her enjoy your presence, then she absolutely adores it. Alternatively, if you do like @infeliicis’s Zelda did, and you break into her space and start telling her about things she’s interested in, she will immediately adore you because! Please tell her stories!!

Though she looooveess history and loves seeing and finding historical things, she’s just as good with reading it most of the time. Her actual dream is to own a bakery! She doesn’t like telling people this, especially ones that know her, because she has no sense of smell and a severely dulled sense of taste, and she always feels like people are going to be rude about the fact that she won’t know if what she’s cooking is good, because she can’t taste it. But she knows recipes really well, even if she prefers wayyyyyy too much goddamn cinnamon in everything she eats, she knows the amount she should put in something for others, and she also knows that they can’t handle the amount of spice she can, though she may have found that one out by destroying her poor father’s sense of taste.

Okay this got long so if you want me to ramble more about Tya, send another one for her and I’ll dedicate it specifically to my girl.

Desil Ves-Anev

Desil is a Soresean blacksmith (and part time thief with Elliot) that loves learning about historical weaponry. He’s always super up for an adventure or a hike, and his adventurousness is a big part of his charm as well as his gorgeous complexion. Ladies in his town absolutely love him because he’s got a naive air about him, and is kinda of dense but is undeniably, accidentally suave. Some times, women just love looking at a sweaty muscular man with his shirt open to cool off as he works hot metal into a nice blade. Who doesn’t, tbh.

Anyway, he’s super into historic weaponry, and honestly wants to make something so renowned that it’ll be written in books for ages, but he hasn’t really gotten to that point yet. Instead, he’s aiming to collect a bunch of stuff and open a museum where people can come admire those and even get their own copies made by him, possibly without the enchantments since, despite being elven, he has no idea how to work magic.

Dire

Big ol’ wolf boy Dire was once the Wind Ancient. Another energetic soul, incredibly naive and loveable, the epitome of innocence and childlike curiosity and wonder, and that still pretty much sums up his personality, even though he doesn’t remember that life at all. Centuries after the fall of the Ancients, Wind’s soul was plucked from the skies by Life, and she stuffed it into the fresh corpse of the last remaining Dire Wolf in Arantis, after watching it be hunted for its thick, warm coat. She revived and healed the wolf, and transferred to it a portion of her magic, thus allowing it to take the form of both a Dire Wolf and a human so it could be sent off on a mission for her.

Despite his previous appearance as wind being monochrome white and gray, he’s taken on the body of a pole shaped, tan skinned, freckly boy with wide eyes and a haircut that’s only a step above a bowl cut. Since he was quite literally born yesterday, and also has the personality of a dog, you can bet your ass he’s going to be excited about literally every single thing you put in front of him, and honestly, it’s adorable.

Cedric Rega

Cedric is an adventurer through and through. He can’t ever stay in place for too long without getting restless, because there’s soooo much to see! He’s one of those people that’s always got a million stories to tell, isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, and god damn is he good with animals- particularly horses. He’s quick to step in to any situation where anything is getting harassed, and doesn’t really seem to understand that some times the circle of life just has to go through- animals hunt, but if he has any say in it, nothing is gonna die on his watch, it’ll at least have to wait until he’s no longer in view.

He’s quick to take action on things that he sees are bad, and would be a great sell-sword in Skyrim.

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